Sophie Medvode Whore ❤️

About Celje

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

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Then I hit up the local café, you know, the one on Trg Svobode. I needed coffee. Like, life-depending-on-it coffee. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she’s super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad. I mean, who can resist a cute smile, right?

70 Years since the Start of the Construction of the Medvode Hydroelectric Power Station